Facets of a Diamond - Blog

Think back to a time just a few thousand years ago. Talking, writing (such as it was) and music-making was with friends. Now it is usually with strangers.

Who am I writing this to? I don’t know you. And who am I? You don’t know me.

How differently, more openly and lovingly, we sing to friends than to a faceless audience of strangers.

The word stranger is from the same root that also gives rise to the prefix ex, out of, outside. A stranger is outside the circle of friends.

All communication to strangers – to the outsiders – is never really true to the deepest self. Never what is really meant, really intended. Always a distortion of the deep, pure message of the Muse.

It is always altered by the imagined but unknown, response of the unknown audience. Always pre-auditioned for its anticipated effect. Never spontaneous and free.

So it is always a performance – and therefore never the truth.

You can only speak or write or sing truth to those you trust.

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